✴︎ what is that?
"Little slut?"
He stood just a few feet away from you, yet, he looked so far away. The lewd nickname he called you so often felt different than it did previously.
The expression on his face was one you never saw before. It was usually sadistic and inviting, but at this very moment he appeared sad and weak to the point of a complete change in aura and seemingly, personality.
It looked as if he was so fragile he'd break, like the butterfly on his shoulder. You tilted your head, "what is that?" You asked between the distance, even knowing exactly what it was.
He jolted from the question, 'odd,' you thought, as his face peered to his right shoulder—which where the butterfly had not left, and stayed still on the immortal's shoulder; it's antennas tickling his pale cheek while he stared at the pretty insect that could, but wouldn't leave.
Laito chuckled, "what do you think it is?" Setting a grip on his upper thigh other than hip. 'she smells bitter,' he thought.
He was making a joke out of you, but didn't care as much to make you feel like a worthless whore, as he had done times before.
Laito's attention was taken toward the black thing crawling over and under your hand. He shivered, feeling like it was crawling all over him while he looked. "What is that?" He inquired, in regard to knowing what exactly the ugly thing was.
You laughed, harvesting the same treatment he has given you. Raising your brows, "Now, what do you think it is?" You said in a voice that would irradiate, with emphasis on 'you.'
the arachnid crawled it's way onto your face with the finger that harshly poked into your cheek, making notice of a fake, cutsy demeanor.
You sighed in irritation, as there was no inappropriate, or sadistic, response after your hissing comeback. He wasn't reacting to anything!
Quickly closing the gap between you and the vampire, he cringed while you stepped forward. Regarding the creepy crawly on your face, you felt utterly offended.
What was wrong with him.
You mustered up scenarios in your head to attempt to fix him.
You glanced up to his face and saw his same signature smirk—the only something that didn't change, and were used to.
The lime colored butterfly stayed still as he smiled. Looking at the scene, and something about his smirk melting into something happy made an anger brew in the pit of your stomach.
'He's my boyfriend, right?'
'He's never happy, why is he happy?! I'm not happy! HE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY!'
"What's the smile for?" You muttered under your breath, hitching a twitch. You slapped your hand on the spider that still roamed your face and took it in a fist. You compressed your knuckles and heard a faint squish.
the spider was dead.
"Well look who's getting all feisty!" Laito cheered in satisfaction as he pinched his chin. You stomped over to his side and slid a hand into his brunette hair, pushing his head down toward your face.
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Little Butterfly | Laito x Reader
Fanfiction"What have I become" said the butterfly. "You are someone else" said the spider.
